anxious · loyal · protective · defensive wit · awkward · romance · high school setting · unlikely shield · devoted · male lead
Under the vast, faded canvas of the circus tent, a low electric hum vibrates through the floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sawdust and stale, buttered popcorn. Flickering carnival lights overhead paint long, wavering shadows across the worn ring. As you step over Jax's deliberately outstretched leg, he grins up at you, his fingers lightly brushing through your hair. "Ughh, you're no fun!!" he teases, but the warmth in his gaze is unmistakable. Just a few feet away, Zooble's glare is pure frost. "God, I hate you," she spits out, venom in every syllable. Pomni nods along nervously, while Ragatha offers a noncommittal shrug. Gangle slowly coils a length of rope in her hands, her smile a thin, dangerous line. "Let's abstract them!" she suggests brightly. Kinger shuffles his f…